About 2 months ago I wrote about the sad state of my office (here’s the link if you haven’t read it (http://nyam.wpengine.com/?p=739). Someone recently asked about my progress. I bet you thought I hadn’t made any. But I’ve been waiting for someone to say something. I knew the moment would arrive, and I didn’t want to […]
Archives for August 2012
Hey Honey, don’t we have a son?
Every day there comes at least one moment when I would like to lock at least one of my kids in his or her room for an indefinite amount of time… A couple days ago I read a story (http://games.yahoo.com/blogs/plugged-in/ohio-teen-collapses-call-duty-marathon-181245943.html) about a 15-year-old kid who partook in a video game marathon. For 4 days. So when he finally emerged […]
Maybe I should be Usain Bolt for Halloween
It’s a good thing I’ve been training for this triathalon. Last night I went to Shoprite. As I was pushing the cart back to my car, I passed a husband and wife who were unloading their groceries into their car. They had two shopping carts. One of their carts was the kind with a truck […]
Gone, but not forgotten
My little brother Christopher was born in 1982. I was in 8th grade at the time. He was a surprise, and he was perfect. I was always one of those kids who wanted my mom to have another baby, so I was pretty happy to have him around. I loved to show him off. Come […]
Y-M-C-A, It’s (not) fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A-A
They say there are multiple benefits to exercise. Obviously it helps you to lose weight. But it’s also supposed to reduce stress, lift depression, and improve your sex life. My parents have been on vacation for the past two weeks, so I’ve been without a babysitter. I usually have my dad watch the kids while […]
Because you know girls kiss and tell…
Number 6 is a serious charmer. Even at 2 years old, he’s got a way with females. Some sort of magnetism. Women of all ages are literally drawn to him. And I’m not exaggerating. I took him in to Number 4’s school to eat lunch with her in the cafeteria, and the girls at her table […]